Though I enjoy celebrating my birthday and make the best of it. There are two dates in February I really don't like.
The day my mother died and the day my mom who raised me died.
Here is a post I wrote about Fearless Women Who Died Too Young.
This following post is about my mother who gave me life and died too young on Feb 5th, 1949 a week before my first birthday.
This last post is about Annette the mom who raised me until she died too young on Feb 4th, 1965 a week before my 17th birthday.
For some reason this year I felt their lost a little more acutely than usual. And as hard as those losses are they made me the women I am today so I am grateful for the experiences. I also know that in many ways it is better than what my adopted daughters are going through. As they repeatedly see the poor choice a mother makes and watch her slowly self destruct. Maybe this contributed to my not wanting to write in February.